Better head home before it gets too late.

You drop Gemma to her feet where she slumps to her knees, gathering her breath. You slide your cock into her mouth, making her clean it off, before pulling up your pants and saying your goodbyes. She sits there against the wall with a smile, wiping the sweat from her brow as she watches you head out the front door. You jump into the car, take out the house key from your pocket, and tuck it under the sun visor for safekeeping. It's a short drive home, and you don't get back too much later than you should have, which shouldn't arouse any suspicion. As you open the door, you hear the sound of Rebecca in the lounge room watching television. You check yourself in the mirror by the front door to make sure you're presentable before heading to the lounge room.

"Hi honey, you're home late," says Rebecca, not looking up from the television.

"Yeah," you say, taking a seat on the armchair by the window, "It was a long drive so I stopped for a quick break on the way back."

You chat idly for a while, acting as if everything is normal, then tell your wife that you're heading upstairs to take a shower.